Moses wrote this: You got a dead brotha in tha womb. He looking at yo mother like what she about to do, but baby go down down down all the way down down down. She speaking to your father, but he not 'bout to move cause that boy wont be a man. So it's up to you. You try on her dresses you look mighty cute. But mom and Papa say "boy what's up with you?" You want hair that cascade and legs to the roof. You want a soft touch and smile. One that wont bruise. You wish like a princess... you grown up girl put those dreams in use.